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Title; The Masseuse (4/10)
Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,327
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing, OOC Characters, Toy's
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 4
by; Mack
A week later they lay together on the couch. Draco had chosen to ride Ron that night and now he was collapsed again the red heads chest panting, sweating, and trying to regain his breath. Ron was silent, eyes closed as he felt Draco clench around him now and then, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of a spectacular orgasm. The dildo was resting next to him and if he turned his head, he could see it there, glaring at him.
A small groan left his lips as the muscle he had pulled during his workout this morning protested all movement. Reaching a hand down, he shifted Draco’s leg forward a little, ignoring the small noise of protest, and rubbed at his thigh wincing as the flash of pain.
“Leg hurt?” Draco asked softly.
“Just a pulled muscle,” Ron said with a shrug. “It’ll be fine as soon as I get the potion for it.”
“You know potions only do so much,” Draco said moving to sit up, twisting around to see Ron.
“Its fine, I’m used to it,” Ron said shrugging propping himself up on one elbow.
“You shouldn’t be, its bad, even with potions it is impossible to stop muscles from becoming too damaged, magic can’t fix everything you know. If you don’t take care of it properly it’ll be damaged permanently,” Draco said sternly.
Ron raised an eyebrow wondering when this sudden need for them to hold a conversation came. “I have the week off, it’ll be fine.”
“You’re still going to be walking on it, let me help,” Draco said shifting and letting Ron’s dick slip out of him as he moved, sitting in the middle of Ron’s chest, effectively pinning him down.
Ron rolled his eyes about to protest when Draco’s hands pressed into his leg, right into the muscle and he yelped. “Fucker that hurt.”
Draco mumbled something and then he felt the hand transferred a light squeeze administered to that leg.
“Do that, that one doesn’t hurt,” Ron said.
“That’s what I did,” Draco said fingers dropping to press lightly into the bad leg as Ron winced as pain shot up his leg and into his spine.
“Fine, just be careful, it hurts,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
He dropped himself back down onto the couch and looked up at the ceiling, wincing and forcing himself to relax as the muscle in his leg was worked with precision and skill. Closing his eyes shut he opened them a moment later when he felt something drop onto his chest.
Looking down, he saw his come beginning to drip out of Draco’s arse, in a thin trickle. His first thought was gross, but he shifted up slightly, so he could look at it better and grinned when he saw the slightly red abused rim and the way the come framed it so nicely, white against red. Raising a hand he rand it over Draco’s arse feeling it tense under his hands before relaxing.
Smirking to himself he ran a finger around the rim softly, his touch barely there. He felt Draco tense again and the hands stop moving as he traced the rim again, this time a steady press. Pulling back he looked at his come on his fingers before he returned them back and slowly pressed three inside watching as they stretched around his fingers with interest.
He heard Draco groan and he ignored the blonde, watching as his fingers sunk in before pulling them out hearing the slight slurp as he did so and withdrew them fully looking at the white spunk on his hands, and the way Draco’s arse clenched and closed before opening slightly, as if it winked at him.
Unable to resist, he sunk his fingers back in this time adding his pinky feeling Draco’s head drop to the couch between his legs and he stopped, fingers halfway in when he saw hands scrabble at the couch. He felt the arse clench around his fingers, pressing them together tightly and he frowned spreading them, feeling the muscles protested, but he ignored it, watching as Draco’s arse spread open.
He shifted them, moving to sit up, dragging his legs up so he could rest against the sofa back, Draco still in the same spot. Smirking to himself he sunk his fingers in the rest of the way and twisting, feeling the bumps and the ripples inside Draco, exploring each of them until he found a smooth spot and pressed it and felt Draco’s suddenly interested cock jerk. He began to move a finger in small circles, pressing down now and then with the pad of his finger or his nail as he moved the other three fingers back and forward slightly.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked breathlessly.
“Exploring,” Ron said simply and withdrew his fingers watching with some delight as Draco clenched his arse, trying to keep the fingers in there. Smirking he raised his other hand and hooked a finger around the muscle and pulled it gently as he shoved a finger back up Draco’s arse searching for the same smooth spot. Gently drawing Draco’s arse open with one finger he pressed the other against the prostate once more rubbing it in circles.
He felt Draco tremble and heard the pants echo in the room as he played with Draco’s arse, exploring with a little more intimacy than a clinical study. He pulled his fingers out before shoving four back inside hearing Draco yelp at the sudden rough treatment.
“Could you take all five I wonder,” Ron whispered.
Draco whimpered and thrust his hips up, giving permission for Ron to try. Ron grinned and eased his hand out. Grabbing the lotion he quickly lubed up his hand, trying to remember what the Sex Ed book said about this. Unable to remember anything important besides making sure to slowly curl your hand into a fist before proceeding he just made himself go slow as he ease four fingers in halfway before folding a thumb in and beginning to push in feeling Draco tighten around him.
He stopped and admired the view of all of his fingers in Draco’s arse up to the knuckle. He could feel Draco panting and moving in small increments and he reached a hand between the spread legs and grabbed Draco’s erection giving it a few tugs before holding the base staving of the orgasm as he slowly widened his fingers, watching as Draco’s hole opened unbelievably.
“Hand, give me your hand,” Draco gasped out bucking his hips up causing Ron to sink in a little further.
Ron frowned. “You sure? I’ve never done this before.”
“Just be careful and more lotion, on your arm,” Draco said in and gasp bucking his hips trying to get Ron to go deeper.
Ron let go of Draco’s prick and made sure to stay still as he grabbed the lotion. He managed to flick the top open and pour some on his arm and dropped the bottle and rubbed the lube into his arm. He felt his cock give an excited twitch before Draco groaned. Wrapping a hand around the base of Draco’s erection once more he began to push his hand in, torn between closing his eyes in worry, and keeping them open watching as his hand sunk further and further in, Draco’s rim stretched tightly around his hand.
Stopping at the widest part of his hand he let Draco’s prick go and traced the rim with a finger in amazement, feeling the skin tight against his own. He wondered for a moment if he could get another finger in, but he stopped himself, not wanting to hurt the blonde. Grabbing the erection once more he pumped the blonde, feeling the balls draw up against his hand and he clamped his hand down, making sure Draco would not come until Ron let him.
Ron was fully hard by now, his erection pressed against Draco’s chin. He felt Draco lick his lips, and hit his erection and he shifted, feeling the tip hit Draco’s lips as he shifted again.
“Please,” Draco sobbed and Ron pushed a little further his hand sinking in quicker than he wanted it to. He stared in amazement as his hand disappeared and Draco’s hole closed in around his wrist. He could feel Draco’s pulse move against his hand. Slowly, he curled his hand into a fist feeling the blonde twitch against him.
“Move, please, fuck me,” Draco gasped out on a sob.
Ron smirked and moved his arm gently forward feeling the skin like a vice around his arm. “Only if you suck me all the way down.”
Draco opened his mouth immediately and sucked Ron down to the base, swallowing around his prick. Ron let lose a small noise of amazement and he closed his eyes dripping his head back against the couch for a moment reveling in the sensations before he felt Draco move his hips he and sunk his arm in further before pulling it out just as slow and pushed it back in making sure to rub against the smooth spot.
Draco groaned and Ron bucked up slightly sinking deeper into the warm wet cavern of Draco’s mouth. He stilled his hand for a moment rubbing a knuckle against the blonde’s prostate, enjoying the vibrations the moans were causing before he began to move his hand again.
Draco began to suck in earnest and Ron found it hard to concentrate on moving slowly and keeping his hips still. It wasn’t a hard decision as he stopped all movement of his arm and dropped his head back bucking up into Draco’s mouth. He felt his balls draw up and he squeezed Draco’s reflexively as if to stave off the orgasm that ripped through him a moment later.
He let a loud moan as he shot himself into the back of Draco’s throat. His hips shot up a few more time before he relaxed with a sigh and felt Draco lick his spent prick a few more times before releasing it.
“Please fuck me,” Draco moaned.
Ron squeezed Draco’s balls as he waited for himself to come down from the orgasmic high. He opened his eyes to the sight of his hand buried in Draco’s arse and he growled slightly moving it in and out slightly, beginning to pick up pace and adding a little more depth as Draco writhed around, sobbing into the pillow, begging for release.
A few moments later Ron began to pump Draco’s cock up and down and it didn’t take long before the blonde screamed and came, shooting his load onto Ron’s legs with force his arse clenching around the arm in there. Ron rode it out feeling the muscles contact and relax over and over again and Draco sunk into the post coital haze. Ron felt the blonde tremble and he smirked, pressing his knuckles into the blondes prostate.
“Don’t, too much,” Draco begged in a whisper trying to get away from Ron’s arm.
Ron took pity on the blonde and slowly unclenched his fist and removed it arm slowly, but still dragged his fingers against the prostate. He removed his arm and then Draco slid forward and collapsed on top of Ron’s legs, trembling and panting. Ron rubbed a hand along Draco’s sweaty back and smirked when he saw the dildo.
Picking it up, he ran a sticky hand up and down the shaft before pressing it into the blonde who tried to shift away. Chuckling darkly he slapped Draco’s arse. “Don’t think it fits anymore,” he said feeling it slide in with ease.
“Wonder why,” Draco muttered.
“I think you need a bigger one,” Ron continued on. “Maybe a bright red and a nice base I can grip.”
Ron felt Draco shiver and he smiled. Grabbing the blonde’s hips, he tilted the smaller man over till he was lying on the couch, of off Ron. Ron reached out to brush a strand of hair from Draco’s sweaty face taking in the lazy and just shagged expression before grabbing his wand and casting a few cleaning spells before moving to get dressed.
He glanced at the clock and saw that Draco had been here for four hours, a record for the two of them. He glanced over and saw that the blonde had closed his eyes, and that wouldn’t do. Grabbing the blonde’s shirt he grabbed the pale arm and dragged Draco up until he was sitting and helped him get dressed.
Ron moved to stand up when he felt a hand wrap around his neck and drag him down. He saw Draco try to kiss him and he turned his head to the side hanging firm to his beliefs.
He felt the arm around his neck relax and he turned to see Draco with a wounded expression on his face.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” Draco whispered.
“Kissing is what people do in a relationship, and we are not in a relationship,” Ron said dislodging the arm.
“Did you ever ask if I wanted a relationship or not?” Draco demanded.
Ron blinked. “As far as I know, this is just sex.”
“You just stuck your arm up my arse; I think this is more than just sex.”
“You’re right, it’s great sex. I don’t see what you’re complaining about. We know nothing about each other, hell I’m pretty sure we can’t stand each other outside of this scenario,” Ron tried to reason as he put some distance between him and the blonde.
“I want to have relationship,” Draco declared.
“Don’t let me stop you,” Ron said.
Draco stared at him in shock before his face fell. Ron watched as Draco stood on unsteady legs and nodded once. “Bye Ron,” he said stiffly.
“Bye Malfoy,” Ron replied confused, not missing the way Draco tensed slightly. He watched as Draco all but waddled to the Floo and was gone a moment later.
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Rating; NC-17
Pairing; Ron/Draco
Word Count; 2,327
Summary; 'When Moody hired a masseuse to work out the kinks from his aurors, it set of a chain on events with some unsual consequences.'
Warnings; Explicit Sex, Angst, Fluff, BDSM, Fisting, Crossdressing, OOC Characters, Toy's
Disclaimer; This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N; This is written for my 100quills prompt of Ron/Draco, which I will be posting there as soon as I am accepted.
The Masseuse Arc ; Chapter 4
by; Mack
A week later they lay together on the couch. Draco had chosen to ride Ron that night and now he was collapsed again the red heads chest panting, sweating, and trying to regain his breath. Ron was silent, eyes closed as he felt Draco clench around him now and then, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of a spectacular orgasm. The dildo was resting next to him and if he turned his head, he could see it there, glaring at him.
A small groan left his lips as the muscle he had pulled during his workout this morning protested all movement. Reaching a hand down, he shifted Draco’s leg forward a little, ignoring the small noise of protest, and rubbed at his thigh wincing as the flash of pain.
“Leg hurt?” Draco asked softly.
“Just a pulled muscle,” Ron said with a shrug. “It’ll be fine as soon as I get the potion for it.”
“You know potions only do so much,” Draco said moving to sit up, twisting around to see Ron.
“Its fine, I’m used to it,” Ron said shrugging propping himself up on one elbow.
“You shouldn’t be, its bad, even with potions it is impossible to stop muscles from becoming too damaged, magic can’t fix everything you know. If you don’t take care of it properly it’ll be damaged permanently,” Draco said sternly.
Ron raised an eyebrow wondering when this sudden need for them to hold a conversation came. “I have the week off, it’ll be fine.”
“You’re still going to be walking on it, let me help,” Draco said shifting and letting Ron’s dick slip out of him as he moved, sitting in the middle of Ron’s chest, effectively pinning him down.
Ron rolled his eyes about to protest when Draco’s hands pressed into his leg, right into the muscle and he yelped. “Fucker that hurt.”
Draco mumbled something and then he felt the hand transferred a light squeeze administered to that leg.
“Do that, that one doesn’t hurt,” Ron said.
“That’s what I did,” Draco said fingers dropping to press lightly into the bad leg as Ron winced as pain shot up his leg and into his spine.
“Fine, just be careful, it hurts,” Ron said rolling his eyes.
He dropped himself back down onto the couch and looked up at the ceiling, wincing and forcing himself to relax as the muscle in his leg was worked with precision and skill. Closing his eyes shut he opened them a moment later when he felt something drop onto his chest.
Looking down, he saw his come beginning to drip out of Draco’s arse, in a thin trickle. His first thought was gross, but he shifted up slightly, so he could look at it better and grinned when he saw the slightly red abused rim and the way the come framed it so nicely, white against red. Raising a hand he rand it over Draco’s arse feeling it tense under his hands before relaxing.
Smirking to himself he ran a finger around the rim softly, his touch barely there. He felt Draco tense again and the hands stop moving as he traced the rim again, this time a steady press. Pulling back he looked at his come on his fingers before he returned them back and slowly pressed three inside watching as they stretched around his fingers with interest.
He heard Draco groan and he ignored the blonde, watching as his fingers sunk in before pulling them out hearing the slight slurp as he did so and withdrew them fully looking at the white spunk on his hands, and the way Draco’s arse clenched and closed before opening slightly, as if it winked at him.
Unable to resist, he sunk his fingers back in this time adding his pinky feeling Draco’s head drop to the couch between his legs and he stopped, fingers halfway in when he saw hands scrabble at the couch. He felt the arse clench around his fingers, pressing them together tightly and he frowned spreading them, feeling the muscles protested, but he ignored it, watching as Draco’s arse spread open.
He shifted them, moving to sit up, dragging his legs up so he could rest against the sofa back, Draco still in the same spot. Smirking to himself he sunk his fingers in the rest of the way and twisting, feeling the bumps and the ripples inside Draco, exploring each of them until he found a smooth spot and pressed it and felt Draco’s suddenly interested cock jerk. He began to move a finger in small circles, pressing down now and then with the pad of his finger or his nail as he moved the other three fingers back and forward slightly.
“What are you doing?” Draco asked breathlessly.
“Exploring,” Ron said simply and withdrew his fingers watching with some delight as Draco clenched his arse, trying to keep the fingers in there. Smirking he raised his other hand and hooked a finger around the muscle and pulled it gently as he shoved a finger back up Draco’s arse searching for the same smooth spot. Gently drawing Draco’s arse open with one finger he pressed the other against the prostate once more rubbing it in circles.
He felt Draco tremble and heard the pants echo in the room as he played with Draco’s arse, exploring with a little more intimacy than a clinical study. He pulled his fingers out before shoving four back inside hearing Draco yelp at the sudden rough treatment.
“Could you take all five I wonder,” Ron whispered.
Draco whimpered and thrust his hips up, giving permission for Ron to try. Ron grinned and eased his hand out. Grabbing the lotion he quickly lubed up his hand, trying to remember what the Sex Ed book said about this. Unable to remember anything important besides making sure to slowly curl your hand into a fist before proceeding he just made himself go slow as he ease four fingers in halfway before folding a thumb in and beginning to push in feeling Draco tighten around him.
He stopped and admired the view of all of his fingers in Draco’s arse up to the knuckle. He could feel Draco panting and moving in small increments and he reached a hand between the spread legs and grabbed Draco’s erection giving it a few tugs before holding the base staving of the orgasm as he slowly widened his fingers, watching as Draco’s hole opened unbelievably.
“Hand, give me your hand,” Draco gasped out bucking his hips up causing Ron to sink in a little further.
Ron frowned. “You sure? I’ve never done this before.”
“Just be careful and more lotion, on your arm,” Draco said in and gasp bucking his hips trying to get Ron to go deeper.
Ron let go of Draco’s prick and made sure to stay still as he grabbed the lotion. He managed to flick the top open and pour some on his arm and dropped the bottle and rubbed the lube into his arm. He felt his cock give an excited twitch before Draco groaned. Wrapping a hand around the base of Draco’s erection once more he began to push his hand in, torn between closing his eyes in worry, and keeping them open watching as his hand sunk further and further in, Draco’s rim stretched tightly around his hand.
Stopping at the widest part of his hand he let Draco’s prick go and traced the rim with a finger in amazement, feeling the skin tight against his own. He wondered for a moment if he could get another finger in, but he stopped himself, not wanting to hurt the blonde. Grabbing the erection once more he pumped the blonde, feeling the balls draw up against his hand and he clamped his hand down, making sure Draco would not come until Ron let him.
Ron was fully hard by now, his erection pressed against Draco’s chin. He felt Draco lick his lips, and hit his erection and he shifted, feeling the tip hit Draco’s lips as he shifted again.
“Please,” Draco sobbed and Ron pushed a little further his hand sinking in quicker than he wanted it to. He stared in amazement as his hand disappeared and Draco’s hole closed in around his wrist. He could feel Draco’s pulse move against his hand. Slowly, he curled his hand into a fist feeling the blonde twitch against him.
“Move, please, fuck me,” Draco gasped out on a sob.
Ron smirked and moved his arm gently forward feeling the skin like a vice around his arm. “Only if you suck me all the way down.”
Draco opened his mouth immediately and sucked Ron down to the base, swallowing around his prick. Ron let lose a small noise of amazement and he closed his eyes dripping his head back against the couch for a moment reveling in the sensations before he felt Draco move his hips he and sunk his arm in further before pulling it out just as slow and pushed it back in making sure to rub against the smooth spot.
Draco groaned and Ron bucked up slightly sinking deeper into the warm wet cavern of Draco’s mouth. He stilled his hand for a moment rubbing a knuckle against the blonde’s prostate, enjoying the vibrations the moans were causing before he began to move his hand again.
Draco began to suck in earnest and Ron found it hard to concentrate on moving slowly and keeping his hips still. It wasn’t a hard decision as he stopped all movement of his arm and dropped his head back bucking up into Draco’s mouth. He felt his balls draw up and he squeezed Draco’s reflexively as if to stave off the orgasm that ripped through him a moment later.
He let a loud moan as he shot himself into the back of Draco’s throat. His hips shot up a few more time before he relaxed with a sigh and felt Draco lick his spent prick a few more times before releasing it.
“Please fuck me,” Draco moaned.
Ron squeezed Draco’s balls as he waited for himself to come down from the orgasmic high. He opened his eyes to the sight of his hand buried in Draco’s arse and he growled slightly moving it in and out slightly, beginning to pick up pace and adding a little more depth as Draco writhed around, sobbing into the pillow, begging for release.
A few moments later Ron began to pump Draco’s cock up and down and it didn’t take long before the blonde screamed and came, shooting his load onto Ron’s legs with force his arse clenching around the arm in there. Ron rode it out feeling the muscles contact and relax over and over again and Draco sunk into the post coital haze. Ron felt the blonde tremble and he smirked, pressing his knuckles into the blondes prostate.
“Don’t, too much,” Draco begged in a whisper trying to get away from Ron’s arm.
Ron took pity on the blonde and slowly unclenched his fist and removed it arm slowly, but still dragged his fingers against the prostate. He removed his arm and then Draco slid forward and collapsed on top of Ron’s legs, trembling and panting. Ron rubbed a hand along Draco’s sweaty back and smirked when he saw the dildo.
Picking it up, he ran a sticky hand up and down the shaft before pressing it into the blonde who tried to shift away. Chuckling darkly he slapped Draco’s arse. “Don’t think it fits anymore,” he said feeling it slide in with ease.
“Wonder why,” Draco muttered.
“I think you need a bigger one,” Ron continued on. “Maybe a bright red and a nice base I can grip.”
Ron felt Draco shiver and he smiled. Grabbing the blonde’s hips, he tilted the smaller man over till he was lying on the couch, of off Ron. Ron reached out to brush a strand of hair from Draco’s sweaty face taking in the lazy and just shagged expression before grabbing his wand and casting a few cleaning spells before moving to get dressed.
He glanced at the clock and saw that Draco had been here for four hours, a record for the two of them. He glanced over and saw that the blonde had closed his eyes, and that wouldn’t do. Grabbing the blonde’s shirt he grabbed the pale arm and dragged Draco up until he was sitting and helped him get dressed.
Ron moved to stand up when he felt a hand wrap around his neck and drag him down. He saw Draco try to kiss him and he turned his head to the side hanging firm to his beliefs.
He felt the arm around his neck relax and he turned to see Draco with a wounded expression on his face.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” Draco whispered.
“Kissing is what people do in a relationship, and we are not in a relationship,” Ron said dislodging the arm.
“Did you ever ask if I wanted a relationship or not?” Draco demanded.
Ron blinked. “As far as I know, this is just sex.”
“You just stuck your arm up my arse; I think this is more than just sex.”
“You’re right, it’s great sex. I don’t see what you’re complaining about. We know nothing about each other, hell I’m pretty sure we can’t stand each other outside of this scenario,” Ron tried to reason as he put some distance between him and the blonde.
“I want to have relationship,” Draco declared.
“Don’t let me stop you,” Ron said.
Draco stared at him in shock before his face fell. Ron watched as Draco stood on unsteady legs and nodded once. “Bye Ron,” he said stiffly.
“Bye Malfoy,” Ron replied confused, not missing the way Draco tensed slightly. He watched as Draco all but waddled to the Floo and was gone a moment later.
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